Tony gets the call at the Bada Bing. He's not happy. He goes to see Debbie, the madam. He lets her know that CWTIPO always respected her. She says that he was more than a client, he was a friend who helped her out of many jams. Tony doesn't understand why he took that swan dive off the bridge, because he wouldn't have lost his job. Debbie says that the jump wasn't about his job, it was about depression. Tony wants to know if he came to her for therapy, and she says sure, who wouldn't want to sleep with their therapist? Tony gives her a look, and I giggle. Because I'm kind of silly like that. Debbie continues, saying that it's much easier to open up to someone when you're naked and warm and with someone who cares.

Livia is praying or crying or something when Junior knocks on the door. Turns out she wasn't praying, she was contemplating how to be evil. She tells Junior that Tony's been holding meetings with Junior's capos at the nursing home, and hints that Tony's making a play for his position. Junior jumps up to act -- blood or no blood, he's the boss. Livia starts crying and moaning that she shouldn't have said anything. She shouldn't have said anything like a mute. Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda.

The Sopranos are eating dinner when Uncle Jimmy stops by right after getting released from the can. Jimmy pulls Tony into the basement to talk business. Something in what Jimmy says sets Tony's mental gears a-turning. He suddenly makes the connection. Two fat dark-haired wiseguys get busted at the same time, and both get sprung early. Seems that the CWTIPO got his information mixed up; Jimmy's the rat, not Pussy. The problem is, nobody can find Pussy.

One of Junior's capos whose name I can't remember tells his wife that Junior has set up a hit against Tony. He's going to take out his own nephew for making a move against him. And Livia just lost out for Mother of the Year. For the fiftieth year in a row.